Delicate Like Grief
I Am Rapist Well-Heeled
Double the Echo of Silence
Like a Dusty Dead Rose
Contaminate With Neglect
Every Little Heart
Should End Up Broken
And Shrouded by Fog

Like Luther's Army
And Abel's Brother
I Woke to Find
Only to Smother
An Angel Fat
At Satan's Feast
Where Falsehood, Childhood, and
Loneliness Cease

Asleep in The Stubble of Autumn
The Pain was Calvary
Our Living on Empty!
The Dead of It-
The Dread of It-

Like Luther's Army.........